Friday, September 28, 2012

After my husband and I bought our first house, I remember moving
all of our crappy furniture inside. You know, the hand-me-downs we’d collected
from friends over the years, the cheap plywood stuff from IKEA that we’d (incompetently) put
together, our yard sale finds—all of which, sadly, ended up in our shiny new home. Suddenly, none of our stuff seemed to belong
anymore. But worse, I remember looking around this fancy new neighborhood and realizing I
didn’t really belong either. These new
neighbors of ours were old pros. I mean they knew things like how to fertilize their lawns
and when to wrap their pipes for the winter (and what did “wrapping your pipes
for the winter” even mean, anyway?). I
was very aware that I was the newbie at all this, and I was intimidated knowing
that I would eventually have to meet these people and then they would know the truth:
That I was a big fat faker who didn’t really belong in a place like this. I was
clearly out of my league.

So what does buying our house have to do with writing? Well,
that moment was exactly how I felt
when I first became a published author. I was convinced that sooner or later
someone would realize I didn’t belong because I clearly didn’t know the rules
of the game. I was sure that I, unlike
every other author out there, was the only one who doesn’t know exactly what I was doing. Once again, I felt like a total and utter and complete fake!

Because the truth is, I just make this writing stuff up as I go!

And not only that, but I do it differently with each and every
book. I still haven’t figured out the right way to do it. The formula.

The rules for writing a book.

Flash back to two years ago, when I was on the San Francisco
leg of the first Smart Chicks Tour with some of the most megastar authors I’d
ever met...and, yes worshipped like a lovestruck fangirl. We were in a library,
with about 300 people crammed in it, and we started taking questions from the
audience when someone singled me out.
ME! With a question...just for
me!!! I was so excited to be recognized among these super-fantastic rockstar
authors, that I almost didn’t realize that the person asking the question had
finally figured out my deep, dark secret: I had no idea what I was doing!

Him (or at least in my memory it was a “him”): I’ve always
heard you should never start a book with an alarm clock going off or a prologue.
And you do both. How did you get away with that? (Or something to that effect.)

Me:Ummmm.... (And
then) Ummmmm....

Thankfully, one of the other authors, who was more
experienced and witty and, well, NOT shell-shocked, spoke up and said something
charming and hilarious and saved me from utter humiliation. But it made me
question: What are these rules, and why do I not know them?

Well, here’s the hard truth. There are no rules. None. And anyone who says differently is full of total
horse shit (sorry to be so blunt about it). But it’s true. There are guidelines,
sure, and you may (or may not, if you want to be truly avant-garde) adhere to
them, but there’s really no right way to write a book.

Let me repeat that last bit: THERE IS NO RIGHT WAY TO WRITE
A BOOK!!!

I mean this from the bottom of my writerly writer’s heart. I
know authors who outline heavily. Seriously, outlines that could be considered novellas!
And I know others who sit down and start typing away with absolutely no idea
where each scene will take them, like an adventure. There are those of us who use
commas like confetti and others who abhor them. I know people with aversions to
certain words like “that” or “to” or...“moist.”
And I know others, still, who write only on every other Sunday while
wearing purple velvet pirate hats and nibbling on chocolate-covered croissants.
(Fine, I don’t know anyone who does that last thing, but you get my point,
right?).

I write every manuscript in whichever way allows me to simply get
that story out of my head and onto the paper. It’s different for each book, and
sometimes it’s different for each chapter.
I continue to try different things to see if they’ll work for me, and I
continue to throw out those things that don’t work.

And for what’s it’s worth, we bought our first (and only)
house fifteen years ago. Since then we brought home our youngest baby daughter
to that house and have raised our family there. We’ve had graduations and birthdays
and celebrated holidays year after year. Those neighbors who I was so nervous about meeting all those years ago, are now some of my best friends in the world, and
I hope to grow old with them as we wrap our pipes for the winter, fertilize our
lawns, and watch our babies leave the nests.

Friday, September 14, 2012

With over 250 people in attendance, Vegas gave the Smart Chicks the warmest of welcomes, making us feel all warm and fuzzy inside! They laughed at our jokes, gave us hugs, and stood in line for up to two hours. It was a rockin' night!!!

Look at the adorable chocolates from the event! (Okay, so I might have gotten the Beautiful Redemption one upside-down!)